Zane's POV Seeing Belle now, sitting just across the table, her eyes avoiding mine at every turn, made the drinks I had picked up earlier seem pointless. I had been so convinced I’d need something strong to get through this evening, but now, they felt like a weight I didn’t want to carry.Amanda, ever the lively one, caught my quiet demeanor and decided to poke fun at it. “So, Zane,” she started with a teasing smirk, “are you really as obedient as you look, or are you just pretending for tonight?”Fletcher, never one to miss an opportunity, chuckled beside me. “As if,” he said, nudging me with his elbow. “Depends on what you mean. I tend to be very obedient except when it comes to somewhere more quiet and intimate," I replied, glancing over at Belle briefly.She sure was still immersed in her glass of juice.“He's a male whore!" Amanda exclaimed and we all laughed. Thankfully the kids were engrossed with a game and their chattering a few feets away. “That would be Fletcher before
Belle's POV Damn! This room only got hotter. Zane's presence was more than enough torture, but his gaze made me feel suffocated. Before the dance floor, Amanda's question made me curious, but he did not give a response.I could not help but wonder if Zane was actually into those kinds of things and sort of ladies. If he was, then was he playing with me? Or was that why he said he could not love me?I sighed as I made my way back to my seat from the dance floor. As I was about to sit, I noticed his eyes following my movements, making me hyper-aware of every move I made.It wasn’t just his eyes, though. It was the way his hands had lingered on my waist while we danced earlier, the gentle pressure that had left an imprint on my skin long after the music had ended. His touch had been firm, but now it felt like it was aiding his eyes in their pursuit, roaming over me in ways that made my skin tingle and my heart race.As memories of his kisses and the way his hands had once trailed over
Zane's POV I reached out, gently cupping her face in my hands, his touch warm and comforting. “Belle, you don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to let anyone else hurt you either.” She leaned into my touch and I felt like I was making some headway, but she suddenly pulled away. She wrapped her arms around herself. “You don’t understand, Zane. I’m not just dealing with the usual kind of problems. It’s deeper than that, more complicated. And I don’t want to put you in a position where you might end up regretting it.” I looked at her with so much concern. I could not bear to know that she was going through a lot and I did nothing about it. “Belle, I don’t care how complicated it is. I’m not going anywhere.” She shook her head. “Please, Zane,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Just... let it go.” “Belle—” Zane started, but I cut him off. “Please, Zane,” I said, my voice pleading. “Can we just... drop it? For now?” “Fuck that, Belle,” I
Belle's POV“Where are the kids?” I asked, looking around the empty room with a confused gaze.Zeke turned to us with a grin. “They’re already in bed. Amanda took them upstairs a few minutes ago.”Kamille’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced between Zane and me. “We were just about to head to bed ourselves,” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “But if you two need a room—”Before she could finish her sentence, I cut her off, my face flushing with embarrassment. “Actually, I’ll be heading home right away,” I said quickly, my voice a little too loud. I could feel Zane stiffen beside me, and I didn’t need to look at him to know he was just as flustered.“Yeah, me too,” Zane stuttered, clearly taken aback by Kamille’s teasing.Kamille’s smile widened, but she didn’t press further. “Alright then,” she said, hugging me tightly. “Drive safely, okay?”“Goodnight,” I murmured, returning her hug before stepping back. I turned to Zane and offered a quick, somewhat awkward smile. “G
Belle's POVA week had passed since the confrontation with Dave’s mother, but it felt like a lifetime. Each day dragged on, and with every passing hour, I felt more and more like I was slipping away from myself. The days blurred together. I spent most of my time idly, staring out the window or sipping on cocktails that did little to numb the ache in my chest. And this cool breezy evening, I was doing just that. Nursing a drink in the sitting room, when my mother’s voice cut through the silence. She was on the phone, speaking in rapid Italian with a designer about the wedding dress the Scott family had ordered for me. My wedding dress. I scoffed at the absurdity of it. It was supposed to arrive soon, and I would have to go for fittings, try on the gown that symbolized the end of everything I had once dreamed for myself.I gulped down the cocktail rapidly.The call ended, and my mother re-entered the room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She looked at me, her exp
Zane's POV I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the half-written report on my laptop screen. No matter how hard I tried to focus, my thoughts kept drifting back to Belle. It had been days since the party at Zeke’s mansion, and I hadn’t heard a word from her since. No replies to my messages, no returned calls—just silence. The more I thought about it, the tighter the knot in my chest grew, until I finally snapped.With a frustrated sigh, I shut my laptop aggressively, the sound echoing in the quiet office.“Whoa, calm down, man,” Fletcher said from across the room, glancing up from his own work. He raised an eyebrow at me, his tone careful but curious. “Whatever it is, be calm.”I loosened my tie, feeling like it was strangling me, and pushed back from the desk. “Calm?” I muttered under my breath as I walked over to the small bar we kept in the office. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, my hands trembling slightly as I poured a generous amount into a glass. The burn of the alcoho
Belle's POV The ride home with Dave was suffocating, the silence between us thicker than the humid night air. I could feel his eyes on me, but I refused to meet his gaze, keeping mine fixed on the passing streetlights that blurred into a hazy mess. I wanted nothing more than to disappear, to escape this nightmare that I’d willingly walked into—or had been pushed into, more like it. The evening had been a parade of fake smiles and hollow congratulations, all of it making me feel like a mannequin on display rather than a bride-to-be. My thoughts were spinning, tangled in a web of doubt and dread, when Dave finally broke the silence.“Belle,” he said softly, leaning in closer as if he could melt away the cold distance between us with just his voice. “I know tonight was a lot. But I’m here for you, okay? We’re in this together.”His hand reached for mine, but I pulled away, my fingers curling into a fist on my lap. I could feel him hesitate, and then he tried again, his hand brushing ag
Belle's POVZane’s arms were wrapped around me, his touch like a warm blanket shielding me from the cold reality outside. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, strong and steady, grounding me in this moment that felt too perfect to be real. My breath hitched as his lips moved against my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I moaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping as I clung to him, wanting to melt into his embrace, to forget everything else.“I missed you so much,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotions that I kept bottled up for far too long.“Shush,” Zane murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I know you did, Belle. I’m here now.”“Promise me,” I said, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. “Promise you won’t leave me, even if I try to push you away.”He smiled, that crooked smile that always made my heart skip a beat. “I’ll never leave you, Belle. Not ever.”His words were a balm to my aching heart, and b
Belle's POV The sun was warm on my skin, the breeze gentle and soothing as it drifted through the open patio where we all sat, the laughter of our loved ones filling the air. It was a picture-perfect moment—the kind of moment I used to dream about but never truly believed would come. We were all gathered around the long, sun-dappled table, the warmth of the day reflecting the joy that radiated from everyone’s faces. Zane was sitting beside me, his hand resting comfortably on my leg, our twins, Sean and Clara, gurgling happily in their bassinet close by. The twins were the center of attention today, as they were most days. Kamille’s kids, Reon, Torin, Tyris, Royer, and little Phoebe, were running around the patio, shrieking in delight as they chased each other. I glanced at Kamille and Zeke, who were sitting across from us, laughing and chatting while keeping a watchful eye on their children. Amanda, was helping prepare the meal, occasionally smiling in our direction as the kids d
Zane's POVI stood there, fists clenched, staring Dave Scott down. Every fiber of my being wanted to lunge at him, to make him pay for everything he’d done. But I couldn’t—at least, not yet. The recorder in my pocket was still running, capturing every damning word that fell from his mouth. I could feel it, a tiny weight pressing against my ribs, reminding me that I had to play this smart. For Belle. For Kelly. For justice.Dave, on the other hand, was as smug as ever, leaning back with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. He had no idea that his time was running out.“You think you can just waltz in here and act like you own the place?” Dave sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You’re nothing, Zane. A nobody playing hero in a game that’s way beyond your league.”I bit back my anger, forcing myself to remain calm. His words didn’t matter. Not when I had the truth on my side. I took a deep breath, my fingers brushing against the stop button on the recorder hidden
Belle's POVWalking into the living room wasn’t easy. My legs felt heavy, like I was dragging weights with each step. The air in the mansion was suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken fears. My heart raced, a wild, chaotic rhythm that matched the pounding of my thoughts. I could still hear my mother’s frantic voice behind me, begging, pleading for me to stay with them, to hide, to escape into the secret bunker.“Belle, you don’t have to do this!” she cried, reaching out as if she could physically hold me back. Her eyes were wide with fear, her voice trembling. “Come with us. We can hide. We can survive this.”I stopped, my hand resting on the doorframe, my back to her. I couldn’t turn around. I couldn’t let her see the turmoil etched on my face, the way my hands trembled from the weight of what I was about to do. My family was scared—terrified, really—but the idea of running, of leaving Zane behind to face this monster alone, felt like a betrayal I wasn’t willing to commit.“W
Dave's POVI had been waiting for over an hour, sitting there, staring at the doors leading to the rooms, expecting Belle and Zane to finally step out. It wasn’t like them to hide this long, especially Zane. But instead of the two people I was dying to confront, what I got was the Perri family, practically groveling before me. Pathetic.The Perri patriarch, Mr. Perri, stood in front of me with a forced smile, his hands clasped in front of him as though in prayer. His wife hovered behind him, wringing her hands nervously. “Please, David,” her father began, his voice trembling. “We don’t want any trouble. Just… drop the lawsuit. We’ll leave quietly, I swear. We won’t cause any problems.”I couldn’t help the smirk that stretched across my face. They were so desperate, so weak. This was the kind of power I craved, watching them squirm, knowing I held all the cards. “You won’t cause any trouble?” I repeated, mocking his words as if they were a joke. “Oh, trust me, you wouldn’t be able
Zane's POVBelle’s tears were too much for me to handle. The way her shoulders shook, the soft sniffles she tried to hide—it broke something inside me. I couldn’t stand seeing her like this. Without thinking, I reached out, pulling her into my arms once more, holding her as tightly as I dared.“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her hair. “I swear to you, Belle, this will all end today. I’ll make sure of it.”She pulled back slightly, her wide, tear-filled eyes meeting mine. There was a small, hopeful smile on her lips, but I could see the doubt lingering beneath it. It killed me to know that she still didn’t fully believe everything would be fine, that she didn’t fully believe in me. But I didn’t blame her. After everything that had happened, after all the lies, how could she?God! I needed her to trust me.I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips again, my hand cupping her cheek gently. When I pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, and I saw a leve
Belle's POV“I’m scared, Zane,” I confessed. My voice trembled, and my arms tightened instinctively around my belly. I felt so vulnerable, standing there in front of him, exposed and raw. How was I supposed to face Dave? What would he say? What would he do?Zane hugged me tighter. His warmth, his strength—it was like a lifeline, grounding me in the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. He pressed a soft kiss to my hair, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke.“You don’t have to be scared,” he murmured into my hair, his voice gentle yet filled with quiet resolve. “I’m here. No one is going to hurt you. Not Dave. Not anyone.”I closed my eyes, leaning into his chest, letting his heartbeat steady mine. His words were soothing, like a balm to my frayed nerves. Dave had always had a way of getting under my skin, and now… with everything that had happened…“Go get refreshed,” Zane said, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. His fingers brushed a loose strand o
Zane's POVI cursed under my breath as we broke the kiss. I let her take a while to arrange her silk gown. I moved a bit from her as my mind played over what happened the night before.Belle couldn’t sleep all night; I could tell from the way she kept shifting in bed, her body tense beneath the silk sheets. I lay beside her, watching her.I thought back to earlier that night when I walked into the Perri mansion, my mind filled with chaos, only to be confronted by an entirely different reality. I remember the way Belle’s mother was yelling, her voice shrill with rage, but none of that mattered the second I saw Belle. She stood there, so fragile and strong all at once, and without thinking, I crossed the room and pulled her into my arms. Her soft, warm body pressed against mine, grounding me in the middle of the madness. She was everything. The only thing that made sense. The world could be burning down around us, and I wouldn’t care, as long as I had her.Belle’s mother, however, didn
Belle's POVI hadn’t moved from my spot on the bed. Not an inch. I sat there, staring blankly at the wall across from me, my mind heavy with thoughts, swirling memories of last night that I couldn’t quite shake. Everything felt so distant yet so vivid, playing over and over again in my mind. The weight of it all bore down on me, rendering me numb.Opposite me, Zane sat with his back against the headboard, his eyes wide open, just watching. He had been watching me all night. He hadn’t said much, but I could feel his presence, steady and unwavering, like a tether keeping me from completely unraveling. His gaze hadn’t left me, and for some reason, I found comfort in that. My thoughts drifted back to the moment it all came crashing down. The nausea that hit me like a brick after the shouting match with my mother, the way she had followed me into the bathroom after I threw up, concern etched across her face despite the earlier anger.“Belle, are you alright?” she’d asked, her voice surp
Dave's POVThe sun was barely up, casting a dull, gray light over the city, but the weight on my chest was already heavier than the day before. The shipment I had been waiting for was just a few hours away. The timing couldn’t have been worse, not with Belle out there and Zane still breathing. I needed to tie up loose ends, and fast.I sat on the brown leather swivel chair in my study, my hands running over my face as I tried to think. I needed to find a way to get the attention of the drug enforcement agency off my back before the shipment arrived. Every second counted, and I knew that one wrong move could bring it all crashing down.I reached for my phone, my fingers tapping rapidly as I sent out a message to my men. It was time to surround the Perri mansion. We need to bring Belle's family to their limit. Once that was done, they would bring out Belle. Or rather, she would bring forth herself. Then that nosy Zane Caruso will come for her and I get to silence him forever."Surrou